Sera finally freed Adam–her soulmate–from the clutches of her archrival, Bree, while simultaneously removing the elemental threat to herself and those she loves, but something feels … off. Dreams of her mother haunt her as more secrets unravel. Sera will soon learn that not all things are what they seem and that Destiny can be cruel.
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
“Wisdom…. comes not from age, but from education and learning.”
― Anton Chekhov
Opportunity is not so rare as the ability to recognize it. – DonnaMarie Jones
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov
“You haven’t overcome the fear of death until you delight in your own life, believing it to be the carrying out of the universal purpose.”
– George Bernard Shaw
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
― Stephen King
The feeling of his mouth on mine made me lightheaded in the best of ways. In an effort to stay afloat, my hands gripped on to his vest, pulling him closer. I admit I was more than a little bit disappointed when my movement caused him to pull away.
My chest heaved as I tried to regain my breathing. He leaned his forehead against mine, his own breath coming out in pants. At least I wasn’t the only one affected.
“What was that for?”
A crackling sound broke our little moment up and Chess took a step back. The billowing fog from the forest leaked in under the wardrobe door. All thoughts of Chess’s kiss fled my mind as terror began to overwhelm me. I didn’t want to know what lie behind that door.
“You need to go now, Kat.” He ushered me to the mirror before turning back to the door.
“Wait!” I tugged on his arm. “What about you?”
“Who me?” Chess gave a coy smile that didn’t reach his heated eyes.
“I’m just a cat.”
“Are you mad? Come with us!” My voice became desperate as the door banged open and then there was silence.
The light from the bedroom was gone. Inside the door lay only darkness. It was the kind of darkness you were afraid to look into for fear of someone looking back. I knew I didn’t want that darkness looking at me.
Chess turned to me once again, brushing his lips against my ear. My eyes were focused so much on the approaching darkness that I almost didn’t hear what he said. I frowned in confusion, but before I could question him he shoved me through the mirror’s surface.
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”
― Lloyd Alexander